The Game of Life

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Striving for that certain Existentialism Everything within your grasp You take it all A bent frame of mind Is all that you own Even my own values Are being raped by you In this day and age, we are reminded of How we try and how we fail, told to take roads Not tread on before, we are the dust Thrown upon the dirt, ash made our eyes We say we are and obey another Does your right hand even know what your left hand Is doing right now? Contradiction plagues like leprosy Death haunts you from all sides I can see the walking dead Facing all curses you have brought Face me; change me In ways I can't imagine Give nothing and take all This is what you call life Now I take from you what you strived for It took me this long to reach her Castle saved at the princess' price I killed you inside Separating body from head Separating body from head

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Face the face of the Mantipede He will make you see the ways It was meant to be I will always fear the day That was carved in me Since I saw the beast With my own eyes And made me believe This can't be the end of it Broken and torn to shreds There is no escaping This gruesome fate I am torn from all aspects Of my clouded mind I am free from veins and chains You can't control me Mantipede Mantipede Mantipede Mantipede Feared by all

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Cuffed to your ankles It won't wash off Without your own hands Made to make a slave To the ones that you Will hate the most I have so many pages in my book You can't judge me by my cover My content is too much to handle My content is too much to handle I have so much to take in one sitting This court has just one judge penalising He is ruthless in all aspects My case has tons of revenge My bones wail and ache with patience The wall concave with my conscience

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Face the wall One by one they all fall down Fire bathes the horizon The begin to defy We lie face down They can see without eyes I watch freedom bombs This is the turn around They will see you now We are your government Face the wall We will kill all In due time

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

We pull up and we're fucked again These roads are full of sin And to find one so compassionate Unless they've been on what we call a Tourtasia It's what will make you into a drink hard to tank Different towns but it's the same old places Nothing is different it's just all the same Broken down again but it's nothing new I can't wait to sleep in my own bed By way of the van We drive our own compassion This is the end of the road Turn around again We missed another freeway exit Sleep creeps on us all Make thousands of u-turns Face it we need another stop Grasping for each other's throat Instead take it out on the road It was meant for this We make all the cash we can It's not as much as some That's right, we make the best of it just to have fun Even though we get screwed I wouldn't trade this for anything Fact is we love what we do Even sometimes we feel Treads from the stampede over head Tourtasia footprints embed our skulls This is our life How many more weeks to go?

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Making my bed a bit early It is not too late For me to climb out of this hole I dug Decisions persuaded to me Were just too much to take and hand off To make my case to myself I've ended Will you please excuse me? This dance has ended due to lack of interest Regrets are only human to feel With a song to go with the situation I can't help but feel like I've made mistakes That I wish I never made before I know what I did By my closest, they will never be forgotten Facing up to my life Facing up to my life I am still proud Stick your neck out Drive fast Take chances Go! Take a fucking chance

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

I pass up the blame, press on to face me Do it some other time Just like it's programmed into you as well To leave all dead and impaled I'll drink up to my eyes of your filthiness I'll drink up to my eyes of your filthiness It makes me breathe in deep Your dirt drenched ecstasy Making me do things I thought I'd never see For Mary's sake, break what you've become Another horrid wretch Left in the slums, living next to nothing Sleeping with everything Born out of dirt, living in the dirt I can taste you in the air, you whore Laced up with worms Tied down by thorns You must look up My end was the same The plank belongs in both eyes The distance between sky and earth Remain the same like you and I The jury guilty of the crime Nothing will change the conviction But we both belong in the filth That we claim no allegiance to We are the dirt we so despise The message was made clear by defecating in your skull Just to see how I do Come up with all of this and make you pay for it I am part of the earth's bloodline I will shove you into the ground Make you become lower than down Did you plan this? To join the Troft Can you taste it? Makes your tongue rot You always knew, a taste that we craved You gutter slut, worth the Troft trouble trade

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

I lost enough of you The cause was time Gone not lost Paths, they seem To be waving All around me In circles and through me In circles and through me In circles And through me Always pressed for time Never having enough I search for you But your ghost dances Around me forever Never finding rest I can't believe That you are gone Face down is how I see you Now I see life in plain view You left signs I never did see Can I avoid The same route you took? When you grew old You got too bold Wishing it was Just my turn to be the one Who made a change in someone Now you have the chance to Look down

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

This cobblestone Is now my home The price of your Head was enough Even though it Was a challenge I still got you To give me all I know I took it all From the creases of your palm This was your decision to deceive me I claimed all you, thieves stood by me Steal, steal, steal! Sing with me in all of this glory That you hold so dear to your heart Walk upon graves That hold your wealth They mean nothing But a cash cow Searching for riches like a scavenger Taking whatever you can get your hands on Force fed demise before death Force fed demise before death The dead is filthy That's why I take from them They stole from me They will punish you As they punished me Just a warning To those who choose To steal from the dead Is the path for fools? I have become saturated Off the bones of the dead Gaining profit from the deaths of Others has become second nature

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Come and grab a drink Raise your glass and toast with me To the game of life You now what I'm talking about We only play for keeps There are no take backs There are no re-rolls Everything is balls out That's damn straight, you heard what we said Craving the days we play the game During the day, we go till night Face the game we have made In our station's lair Deportation is the threat Drink the bottle to your gut Deface the bottle Show me what you're made of What do you know About life in general Nothing is known by you How can you even live through? This is your last chance Before you are cashed out You, you think you know about it We know about the game of, the game of life You think you know about it We know about the game of, the game of life You think you know about it We know about the game of, the game of life You think you know about it We know about the game of, the game of life You think you know about it We know about the game of, the game of life

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026